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The Brussels Post, 1894-3-30, Page 2'THE TROUBLESOME LAIIYI 1 out in the paper, and that was what made Od peace, oh • her leave Mrs, Blinn'0, who was D kind, 'r Oraig," said I by di Jyou, sine h demon mod woman if elle is in a foolish Wei - ;Demme youeantfor a lewyorandforMies Patten. I oonneetedthe mystery with the young lady I had Desisted to run away, Whoa) fate hoe been a good deal of trouble to me ever siom. I wanted to help her, if need be. Iethe very ill?" Getting better fast, It was mad folly to start on a journey sick as ale was. I don't blame you, Oratg, for that long ie and t y he risk ou ran : she is very winning, this troublesome little lady, and brave too. Itis a wonder what woman nen endure, a slfght,,1rail creature whose hand you mould crush in your fingers." "But she had," said Oliver, uneasily, "plenty of money had she not?" "She was travelling in the day.00tech, and has, I think, about five dollars in a hobby little purse. Miss Pettsnwas right when she said we shoald not see Mrs. Mr was eel ggone.Where has she been all ntmysueve tathese long months? By her finding the dog, Miss Patten probably knows now." "Yes, and it was as 1 thought,—some• thing entirely original. Near Boston Mrs. de Rostand gat acquainted with an elderly female who ran some sort of retreat for aged pets, invalid dogs � and mita The idea was so uovel Mrs. Minny decided to stop over and see the plane. Finding Mrs. Blinn agreeable, and Skye contented in the society of his kind at the retreat, she re. maimed. She mot a sailor from Newoast1e in the street) one day, and he told her Miss Patten had not been home for long time. So she decided not to write any one, but to remain bidden. One day a few weeks ago she name home from the village much upset, and acted oddly : sho had either seen some one or read something in a newspaper, for the village storekeeper saw her poring over one, looking much upset. Two days later, leaving a note containing board for her dog, she ditappearod. This Mrs. Blinn, who seems to be a good sort of a person, worried a groat deal, looking for her every- where, and in her search wrote to the ppo�st• master at Newcastle, for sliehadheardMvs. Minny speak of having been there. Through that letter Miss Patten found Skye, and then started for Denver." "She may have seen De imeetaud, or that servant of his," mused the doctor. "Well, now you are here,—though I'd much rather a stranger had come —I want you to draw up a paper setting forth the facts in this ease in proper legal phraseology." "I fail to comprehend just what you mean." "You see," explained the doctor, "the ranch people are particular about docu- ments; and between the property of Do Restaud's father and this child of Mrs. Minny's there is only a feeble child." " Mrs. Minny's child 3" repotted Oliver. "Why, of course. Perhaps 1 had not mentioned it. A nice boy, —healthy, I think, and bound to outlive ills oouahn across the sea. The little chap born in that poor place, that switchman's hovel, may he the heir of millions. So there must be no flaw in his title or the record of this birth." "A child, and she here friendless, almost alone." Oliver's fame saddened. " Poor little thing 1" he muttered, "what a hard world it has been tor her 1" "She is sensible about it, too," went on Doctor John. "She wanted me to write for a lawyer and have everything straight." "Did she suggest sending for me?" asked Oliver, oddly. The doctor Hesitated. " No : she has forgotten you, old boy. Women are not articularly grateful Then it has been a long time since she saw or heard of you. Your vanity may be hurt, but is it not bet• ter that she has forgotten?" "Undoubtedly," Oliver said, coldly. He wenttowardsthehousehurriedty. "Afreight train passes here in a half-hour; I will go on that: so get your papers ready and have the people here sign their statements. Miss Patten should also get thee Mre.Blinn to give an account sf Mrs. de Restaud's stay at her house." Mrs. Macon cleared the kitchen table and brought pens and ink. Oliver wrote swiftly, comparing his notes with the doe tor's remembrance and Ides. Macon's asser- tions. Finally she and her husband signed their statements, the doctor his, and then Oliver looked at the clock. How bard that writing had been to him no one ever knew. From the closed door came the murmur of voices,—one that thrilled every nerve and set his heart fast beating. A feeble cry now and then sounded strangely, —the little life that had come in this far- off plane and that might mean so much in the future. Outside, the white headed children played in the -sunshine. Skye, liberated from his hideous basket, which he always regarded with terror and plaintive whines, rollicked with them, glad of his freedom. How infinitely painful to record those facts before him, and to think of her as he had seen her first, that child woman in her clinging yellow gown petal- led like a flower with its wide ruffle, her glowing bair, her beautiful pathetic eyes 1 She had gone so far from those days in bitter experience and suffering. Was she changed, grown saddened and old, care worn with thought? -0 calculating woman, forced to be for the child's sake ? Odd, in his mental picture of her he could find no plane for the ohild. He oould remember her with the little Skye terrier and that child. ish manner, but as a woman, a mother, never. 111, friendless, homeless, no waif of the streets was evermore desolate than she when she stepped off the train at this barren spot forced to metope the charity of strangers. Her dead (ather, would have risen from his grave could he have known. Isis every thought, his sister said, had been for little Minny. Well it is the dead do not know. " How fortunate you wore on that train l" Oliver said, suddenly. Doctor John started. " Me ? Yes, it wee, and that I should have found sur little mu- mmy, I own up 1 looked for her all the time I was away." The door opened, and 'Silas Patten came softly in. "She is asleep, poor dear," the said, gently. "1 guess my oyes is red. I was upset, and she don't seem to think she done any harm in not letting me know where she was, she was so desprit and scared. like." "When you return to Boston,"said Oliver, "have Mrs. Blinn makea etatement of Mre. de lteataud's atter in her home% I must caution you also to be very careful of the marriage certificate and ell other papers you may have concerning your niece. " "You can trust me," said blies Patten, grimly. "1 took em away from that farm of theirs when I was &•visiting there, and 1 man that Minny's _baby shall have His rights, for he's pert Petters, anyway, and would a' been my brothet linnet grandson. nese ; bob I don't know why dogs and oats ehouldn'.t be took oars of, and folks in ,lioetingisalways running totame new k. Manny evidently thought Mrs. Blinn would tell on her and got the reward ; but Mrs, Blinn said she'd a' done by Minny as her own ohild.'v made her Dome West?" „Was that what asked Doctor John, "The poor liable lout thought it her duty to go to her husband, brute as he is," said Miss Patten, brokenly, "And to think that I said elle was frivoloue and hadn't no stability 1 As =oh grit ae I've got, I wouldn't dare go to that) wolf's den on the Troublesome and to be in that man's power, I always thought he wa'n't right in his mind. Minny cal'lated an a000unt of the baby he'd bo more kind, and for the b aby' sake she ought to makeup with him." Oliver drummed idly on the window -sill. Doctor John walked up and down the room that had grown so still one mould hear the tiokingg of the clock. "Wimmen," raid the switchman; slowly, " don't) gib no credit for bein' brave and gob' through things 'count of what they thinks. is their Booty. My wife thinks We horn to live here 'mount of mo, when she left) a good home back East. That little woman in there is bruin' the womar nater' of eudurin' for a man; but where my wife 'ud live and make eon:fort outer it, she'd jest lie down an' die a•frettin'." "You've read hher right," "fs d Miss Pat- ten, solemnly, " her home with me : she ain't goin' no further West, nor to no lone farms in mountain valleys, which was nearly the death of her afore." Oliver glanced at the clock, then abrupt- ly said good•bye. He left no message for Mrs. do Restated, nor did Miss Patten ask id in her deas of whatfor was proper, ands hegespootedlher for it. "you'd like to P'r'ape," elle hesitated, "y see the baby.. 1 could fetch him out with- out waking him." "No," Oliver smiled: "a city bachelor, as you called me once, Miss Patten, has no interest in infants. I—I think I should be rather afraid of him." He and the doctor walked up and down beside the track, waiting for the train. The latter had hie big pipe, but not his flowered dressing -gown. bus embroidered cap was at the retreat for invalid pets. Skye had not chewed it, Mrs. elinny assert• ed,for she meant to koep it forever,espeeial• ly now, as he was such a dear man. "She—she—likes the baby ?" Oliver ask- ed, awkwardly, as he lit a cigar. "I am sorry to say she does not manifest any rapture atal]. I think -she was more delighted to see her dog. I always have the idea when Ism her with young Francois that she is a little girl playing with her doll. She is afraid of him if he cries, and moans because he has blank eyes and looks like the Frenchman." " Well," said Oliver smiling sadly, "the chapter 10 ended. I have turned &.page in my life's story. She will be safe and shel- tered now, and I delegate to you my posi- tion as adviser. In the next elopement Mrs. Hinny makes you must he the assistant. There is my train ; and so good -by." Oliver thought the wbole affair would pass from his mind, especially as Doctor John on his return said they had gone to Maine and Mrs. Minny had never mention- ed him ; but one day a month from that time at the switchman's house a letter came to Oliver. He looked at the scrawly superscription, the postmark Newcastle, and he knew well Hannah Patten did not attempt an Italian hand. He smiled with pleasure: it was good to be remembered' after the long silence, and he had braved many dangers for that ungrateful young woman, the worse an. encounter with her frenzied husband. "DEAR MR. OLIVEF.,— "To think you were so near and I could not see you 1 f cried when they told me. I am not going to pay your money book yet until I got my own from 41r. de Restaud. We have put our case in the hands of an old lawyer here who was a collego•mate of my dear dead father, and he thinks I ought to get a divorce, and has written to Mr, de I:esteud so. We watch the baby close- ly, for fear Henri will try to steal him. I have never thanked you for helping me run away. Row good you were 1. I think of you often ; lout Aunt Hannah will never speak of you, and folks here think it is dreadful to be divorced. They say I am she that married a Frenchman—I suppose they think he is from Canada—and am go- ing into the courts to get a separation from him. For no fault of mine I must be dis- graced. Even Aunt Hannah admits I never ougbt to go back to him ; it would not be sale. " I had a nice time at that doge' home ; it was a fenny piece, with the nicest old dogs and cats. Skye had a grand time. One dog was fifteen years old and had 'to be fed on gruel. Still, I think taking care of poor animals is better than theosophy and those fads, and Boston does have some real good freaks. 1 expect some day they will build an old inside' home. You never saw so many old mains as there are there. Mrs. Blinn has seven sisters in one of those Newton towns,—there's an endless +Lain of them,—and not one of them—the +de- ters, not she towns—ever had a beau. " Please do not dislike me, or at the mention of my name put on your haughty look, as you did when I said things offending your nice sense of what a woman's conversation should be ; and write me one Little letter to say you are still my good friend. I shall never ask you to help me again , I do not need it; eoyou will be safe m oonbinuing our acquaintance. Aunt Hannah deo not know 1 have written you, I get too many moral lectures anyway from her, for she says 1 must educate myself so my son wil have a high opinion of me. He does not bother about me, but divides his attention principally in blinking at her end the lamp, with a leaning, towards the light. That last is naughty, Is it not? "Always your friend , (as the (Motor cant me) • "'LHE TnotintESOME LADY." The wound was not healed, Oliver thought bitterly. Why of ail women must he care for this one and be so haunted by her memory? Evert/ hook of here, her words, her gasbures, the little yellow gown were as plain to frim after a year se 1f he had seen her but yesterday. He had striven hard to forgot, to do his duty. Stet was there harm in writing just a few hoes ? The narrow path was terribly lonely in life, —not a path that had been his in the past ; and yet—and yet she was a child. That stern, honest old women believed in him and trusted to hie honor. While the mused, the shockheaded boy 'TEE BRUSSELS I OST, the day before, and he had beim exouaod was i k, to his"madder t b sennas rt ditty t from r, y 't 'n ?'said Oliver, looking the h hint g "Show , latter in his steak. Tho last mea be expect- ed to see entered the room, oho the door behind him, took a chair, thou with &lomat a threatening gesture, moved it elate to the desk. Henri da 'Ostend (TO n,t CONTINUED.) Spring Myles, The spring manes on a pace. Already. the fresh -looking summer cottons, dainty lawns, and sheer embroideries in the shop windows remind us that the season of violets and spring olothee is sweaty a monthaway. A000rding to Helena Rowe, the evolution of the expanded skirt ie not in the direc- tion of crinoline, but toward drapery and the return of the overskirt. It is true that the danger of crinoline seemed imminent at one time, and there is Do dmhbb that hoop. skirt factories were revived in many parte of the oonntry for the benefit of those people who depend on rumor for their fnshioue. Yet the best authorltles of throb time insisted that the immense expanre of 330118411014D. ' 'telco• 1 a a Ill In Grout m m e 1n grandmana's leitehon things of le a riot; The amain in a pot 031 the shalt Where everything oleo eoemed peaceful and Quiet. Got whipped—for 1 heard it myself And granlmaula said—such a gncer•tlting to. say— That it made tame things better to whip them tihaewar, Some bold, naughty eggs, that refused to be toast i thole brothers, maybe, On toast with and oruelt Wore stripped of their clothing Y beaten Right where all the dishes could see And grandtnanha said, though the poor things might sobs, The harder the boating, the lighter the cake! The bright golden butter was petted and patted, And coaxed to bo shapely and good: But 1tfinally had to be taken and ospattetl Right hard with a paddle of wood, When grand:name parried the round balls ort The buttermilk sulked and looked sour all day. The water declared that the coffee was muddy Buten cgs settled that little fur:: Then the steak and the gridiron got in a bloody And terrible broil—such a muse: And a fiat iron spat at grandma in the faoo, And I ran away from the quarrelsome place. MARQIT 90, 1894 half as muob eoid potatoes and one onion, PM. a feyying.pan on the stove, let heat, put In a tablespoonful of Iutter, lot melt, add t e abo t the s the near, stir until brown, ii to po c p chid onions in, and cook for five minutan ; add:the meat, soasou with salt and pepper and' stir until the whole is well browned, pour over a pint of boiling water, stir until mixed and the gravy is thtek, Serve in a heated dish, Bean Soup,. -•Wadi a pint dried beans and let soak OV0r night. In the morning drain and Dover with boiling water; add half a pound of ham and lot boil for two hours. fake up the beans, press through it sieve, return to the kettle, let come to a boil, season with salt and pepper and serve with toasted bread. Firth Cutlets. --Take outlets from any large fish, dip first in beaten egg, then in grated oraokor crumbs, and fry in boiling fat. Arrange in a efrole on a heated dish, and serve with settee piquante. Earoasm' There are a great many ways of killing love, trust and kindly feeling, but people who indulge in sarcasm seem to favor the slow, sure and torturing method which gradually smothers every sentiment that tends to make life profitable and happy. It takes a great deal of heroism and Christian grace to live in the same house with a sarcastic tongue—to hear day after day unjust critioisnhs and caustic sentiments and to realize that there is no hope of es- cape from the chilling oppressiveness that shadows a home where every spontaneous expreesioe ie ridiculed and every good motive misconstrued. People who live in an atmosphere of this description are often strengthened by the hope that time will grant them immunity from trials that are almost unbearable. A hopeless apathy sinks deep into many hearts, while others rebel against injustice and inaugurate a siege of open warfare which destroys forever the prospect of re- storing domestic peace and harmony. We hear of fathers who oppose every.. thing that savors of Hilarity. The joyous expreasfons that fall from the lips of sons and daughters are quickly suppressed. The iron hand of parental authority crushes aspirations, cherished plans are ridiouled, and youthful minds are filled with thepessimistio sentiments that nurture THE "DEN 001700)." skirt was much more likely to be looped up to display an underskirt than to be still further expanded by hoops. And tach has been the result. Overskirts of every kind and variety are seen in the new gowus,and indeed such draperies have been worn all winter. The tendency is toward apron fronts, though there are many gowns made in old-fashioned redingote or polonaise style, hanging straight from the waist, and slashed and trimmed at intervals all around the skirt from the bottom to the waist. Sauce Piquante.--Pub a tablespoonful of butter in a email saucepan and set over the fire untilbrown,add a tablespoonful of flour, mix until smooth, thin with a cupful of stook, and stir nntil it boils. have two tablespoonfuls of finely -chopped onions, one gill of vinegar, one tablespoonful of capers, a sprig each of thyme and parsley cooked low in a small sanoepan, add to the mime, season with salt and a pinch of cay- enne, ay enne, stir all together well and serve. Braised Beef.—Trim a six -pound round of beef, and lard. Lay thin slices of fat pork on the bottom of a braising•pau, set over a brisk fire; when hot, lay in the beef; brown it by turning. When well browned, sprinitlo with flour, ground cloves and all. spice ; add one small, white onion, half a carrot and one small turnip, all chopped with a bunch of parsley, a sprig of thyme and a bay leaf. Let stand over the fire until the vegetables are browned. Pour over a cupful of wine and a half a pleb of stook, cover the pan and set in a hot oven or two hours. When done, take the beef up on a heated dish, strain the gravy, season with stilt and pepper, thicken with browned flour, and serve in a gravy -boat. V9 JIAEAT GROWING. IJ•N G. _roes r , r N ( P. Future •cos more Proem and 1 t re it T Production'AU Various elonnerles and How ere Meets the :ilea, For a long time now—two yearn or more —farmers and dealers have been anxiously lookbe roe, ellooitedior athanMr,ise sn 0.eat. It WeedDaviel a well. known ebatistio,an living in Kansas, prom- ised e2 a bushel to the wheat growers in the near future, But, instead of this, wheat has receded out of slght,and instead of any probable advance iu the market rates for this staple grain, there seems to be a very. pertain further reduction until the very lowest depth of aompotielon is reached. 4, writer in the Country Gentleman contends that we have not yet found the loweet price of wheat, and it seems from the evidences at hand the limit will not be far from 60 gents a bushel, laid clown at the ultimate market in England. The reason assigned for this is that upon the vast plains of Ar• patina, now looming upon the horizon as one vast wheat field, oovertng 240,000,000. sores of fertile land, in a Inc climate, the vast quantity of not less than 3,600,000,000 bushels annually tan bo raised, or more than the whole product of the world to•daY. America can raise sarcasm. The boy who declared that he was afraid to breathe when father was around, ended his life in the state penitentiary. The light hearted innocent girl whose thoughtless actions drew forth harsh reproof instead of loving sympathy and advice, drifted away from home and was lost in the "madding crowd.,, • Kindness, consideration, and al/cotton in the home are more important than the of/oriole of meaningless compliments and courtesies to those who are comparative strangers to us. We have no right to de- mand, diobate or criticise when we fail to correct our own faults and neglect to study the art of making others happy. --[Prairie Farmer. THE " 1 011907.' We illustrate two admirable designs of very popular storm cloaks, the " Hudson" and the "Bea Lomond." The former is made of plain Vicuna cloth, and trimmed with black opossum far. The cloak is faced back with quilted setin,and lined throughout with quilted sateen, fn bleak, navy, genet, and terra-ootta, while the latter, which is in reality en ulster, with detachable cape, is made of all -wool Sootolh tweed in a variety of stylish mixtures. The cape and cloak form two complete garments.— [Toronto Ladies' Journal for March. Lettuce Salad.—Take two large heads of lettuce, pull the leaves apart, wash, and shake them dry. Put in a salad -bowl, pour over plain salad dressing, mix with a fork and serve cold. Mashed Potatoes. --Pare and wash half a dozen large potatoes, put in a saucepan, cover with boiling water, add a teaspoonful of salt, and let boil until dove ; dram and take up,mash, season with butter, pepper and sal. beat until light ; serve very hot. Catliliowor.—Take off the outer leaves and break apart, wash and let stand in cold water for half an hour. Drain, put in a kettle with stem down, cover with boiling water, add a teaspoonful of salt, and boil until tender. Take up carefully, and pour over a teaoupful of cream cane%. Salsify Fritters.—Sorape,Wash and boil a dozensalsify roots. Take up,maeh and add to a pint of egg batter, season with pepper and salt. Drop in spoonfuls into boiling fat, let fry brown and serve very hot. Arnhem:m.—Pare and slice half a dozen sour oranges, lay in a glass bowl, sprinkle with sugar and oovor with a layer of grated cocoanut, over wlhioh sprinkle more sugar. Silver Cake.—Take three cupfuls of sugar and one cupful of butter, beat together,eitt in three cupfuls of flour,with two teaspoon- fuls of baking-nowder ; add a cupful of sweet milk and the beaten whites of five eggs; flavor with lemon and turn into a greased pan. Bake half an hour. Light Biscuit.—Scald a pint of sweet milk, add two ounces of lard and sot aside to cool. When cold mix in a teaspoonful eaoh of salt and sugar, a quart of sifted flour and half a cupful of yeast, beaten well, and set in a warm place until light. Add sufficient flour to make etift dough, knead, roll out, cut with a biscuit cotter, set by the fire until light, and bake in a very quick oven. Oyster Salnd.—'Lake three dozen oysters and sot on the fire to scald in their own liquor, add a pinch of salt. When done, drain end let cool. Put crisp lettuce leaves in a salad•bowl, lay the oysters in, pour over a teacupful of mayonnaise dressing. Garnish with celery tops and serve very cold. TEE FARMER'S WIPE. A Too common glory. 1 can see her, a faded, haggard, sallow woman, tit ad from the weary rising in the dark winter mornings, to the crawling from the unfinished pilo of mending to the cold room upstairs, atnlght. ger husband is kind to here but he has his own work; and her back aches, sheds dizzy and faint, and life grows ehcavier load on her shoulders every day. She does not consider that her health is part of the home's capital; and she is sure that they cannot afford to hire help, behindhand ma they are; they can't afford a dootor (who would ride ten miles and charge five dollars), but she remembers that the last time she was at church she heard one of the society speak of a patent medicine that helped her last spring, and she will Bend for the medicine. Or else the writes to the household paper (prise fifty cents a year) which she takes, caking the editor's advice. What pathetic and suggestive things are the Cor- respondence Columns hn these humble journals) I'low the ineradicable womanly longing to be atbraotive Domes out in queer preseriptious to prevent the hair falling out, to remove freckles, or to make over old Hawn with small sleeves into the flamboy- ant style of the day; how the 'e oman's heart peeps through its thin disguise in thee° pitiful letters describing lonely lives and 'love that the long years conquer, and the daily jar and fret of disillusioned toil, and all the rest of the diem]. story. I seem to see the broken woman, who was a joyous and ambitious girl, tugging ever more wearily at her Sisyphus atone of duties, growing more irritable, more complaining as strength and heart `fail, until the day shallaomo when the tired mother will not creep downstairs. Then the neighbore will watch and nurse by turns, and tate dootor, who might have helped years ago, will be called in to witness properly the end he cannot &verb.—[From "The Farmer in the North," by Octave Thanet, in the March Sor toner's. WHEAT AT A PROFIT - - and lay it down iu England at 60 cents a bushel. But in addition to this, all the great North-west will be growing wheat at the same price ; for there, too,will be found ample room and fertile land enough to pro- duce nearly as muob astute broad plains of South America. These figures are supported by the hoot of evidence given by an English writer in. an exhaustive article written for a leading Chamber of Commerce in England. And' in this artole the possibility—nay, the cer, tainty—of still lower prices seems to be foreshadowed, if not assured, in a very short bime. For the last serious drop in prices has been caused by almost the first considerable exports from Argen- tina, consisting only of .the comparatively insignificant quantity of 20,000,000 bushels in 1503. The market price of anything is based on the nest of producing it. Everything, from a shoepeg to a dlamond, is thus valued in the markets of the world. This is self- evident, for the producer of anything of h aloe must sell to live, And if there is any diflfouity in thus disposing of it he will re- duce the pride, if itis possible, down to the cost of production rather than miss a sale of goods. And the price is fixed for sho whole stock at the lowest figure offered by the most eager seller. Then the farmer who can produce his wheat at 25 cents per bushel will sell as near this value as he can and get a profit. Thus the PRODUCT OF THE WORLD is valued at something more than the cost of the cheapest part of it. And if any noun• try can grow it at 50 cents a bushel deliver• ed at the place of sale and consumption, bhab will inevitably regulate the markets of the world, when, as is now the case a ith lbugland, that place of consumption is the largest purchaser in the world, and is draw - hog supplies from every other wheat•growing country. No other country occupies the same prominent position as a purchaser of wheat and other grains as England, as lest year it purchased no less that 112,816,754 hush• els, and thee it is the market by which the orices of the world's harvests are fixed. Now, then, what is the lowest cost at which wheat can be produced in the world? The English writer referred to begins with Kansas. From that state he has in- formation from one extensive producer that wheat niay be grown at 25 cents a bushel, all above that being the grower's profit. Another extensive farmer in Kansas says he can deliver wheat in England at the present price of 80 cents s bushel, with a very satisfactory profit. Wow, the tran- sport of wheat from Emporia, in Kansas, to Liverpool, England, is 25 cents a bushel, thus to a great extent corroborating other statements to the effect that it is possible to lay down wheat from Kansas in English markets at 10 ehilliugs the quarter of eight bushels. This is sound to 34 of our money. But in Kaunas a farmer has to pay a con- siderable price for his land, while in Dakota and the Canadian Province of Manitoba adjoining the ]and costs prtobioallynothing, and with 3500 a man may Make start as a wheat•grower, and, as stated in the article referred to, become rich in a few years growing wheat ab 26 cents a bushel. And a trustworthy journal, the North-west Fartnor,of Winnipeg,after interviewing sev- eral largo wheat•growers, states THE ACTUAL. MONEY OUTLAY for a bushel of wheat to be not more than 10 cents, or for a crop of 26 bushels an acre the exceedingly low sum of 32.50 per acre. This counts only the actual Dost of the work. The product ofKaosas, Nebraska, Dakota and the Canadian North-west is quite suf• fioient to fix the market value of wheat in the British markets, without counting other great producing countries. But the same story comes from them. In Russia, the area of the bast kind of wheat lands may be increased ton times its pres- ent bounds, and here the low condition of civilixatiou and the fertility of the land go to reduce the cost of grain to certainly as low a limit as on the American Continent. In India the same circumstances prevail, and in the vast plans of Argentina in South America the sane story of groat undevel- oped resources and highly satisfactory profits, even at the outset of the business, is told by unquestioned evidence. There the English capitalists, who have gone into wheat growing on a largo scale, report the profits at 33 per cent. ae the present primes, and are certain that even at the low price in. England of 10 shillings (equal to $4) a quarter, or 50 dents a bushel, the business can be still carried on with profit. Both there and in India the pay of the workmen is almost ridiculously bow. The average 10 31.25 a month—about equivalent to a day's wages of an American farm hand. A Shelf for Repairs. There are few things of greater use to a house keeper who has to study economy than a shelf with materials for repairing and renovating. First of all she should have two or three small Dans of paint and two good brushes of different sizes. Paint preserves as well ae decorates. By far the moot satisfactory method of keeping a hearth clean is to keep it painted once a week, or once a fortnight, or even once a month, according to the way it is used—it will be needful to retouch it. If you use blank or the dull Pompeian red, it makes abeautiful background, or rather framework, for the fire, throwing into fine relief the shining brass and the fire glow until the whole hearth is like a visible wel- come to guest and friend. Besides the beauty of it, it is invaluable in lessening the burden of daily labor. In papering a room be careful to keep remnants to repair cracked or torn places. It is never cosy to match. When you are upholstering furniture,, itis better to use pieces of a yard or eo in making cuehione. These always give a room an air of comfort and completeness. It is not wise to store up remnants, for which any ono can find immet'.iate use. House room is usually worth more than an accumulation of useless odds and ends. A little can of white paint and a bottle of liquid gilt will change the old, battered wooden picture frames into neat, pretty ones iu white and gold, which ars partiou- larly pretty for bedrooms and sitting rooms, where everything should be bright and cheerful. The liquid gilt is invaluable in another kind of repairing. A friend of mine had a large and costly Japanese vase broken by, accident. It could be mended with Dement or glue, and she did this with the greatest care, but there were the ugly lines where the fracture had been. An inspire. tion of genius seized her ; her smallest brush dipped in the liquid gilt was drawn along each crack, and not only hid the line 0 cement, hub enriched the quaint, zigzag Japanese pattern, with which the fine lines of gold happily blended. It would be al- most imp:eable to detect any breakage from the outside of the vase. There are different ways in which you can yourself make acomenb for broken china; the white of an egg end flour made Into a paste, or half an ounce of gum arabin dissolved fa a wine glass of boiling water and thickened with plaster of paras. Gilt may be niaely•oleaned by using a mixture of alum, one ounce ; nitro, two ounces I salt, one ounce, all dissolved in a gill of water, For fnraiture nee turpentine and sweet oil, and rub vigorously. There is nothing like dry rubhiug with flannel for keeping the beauty and polish of wood. After all it is only half the chapter to ac- quire beautiful things ; by far the most important part is keeping them beautiful Toronto a Seaport. "Athos" concludes an intensely interest ing article on "The Lake Sailor," in a recent issue of the Empire, as follows :— While it is safe to say chat there will never be a revival of purely sailing vessels on lake Ontario solely for the lake freight trade, it is not to be concluded from this that To- ronto will not in time be an extensive ship. ping port. !n less than three years," said Mr. 3. T. Mathews, the well known shipper, "To- ronto, by the cohnpletion of the Lachine and Cornwall canals, will be a seaport. Grain and other produce can then be ship- ped direct from this city to European parts. The shipping trade will pick up then and it will not be a strange sight to see the crews of foreign vessels treading the streets of Toronto." A prophecy of Toronto's future as a sea- port may not bo amiss here. The coming Jack with proclivities for a seafaring life will, if Capt. Mathews' prediobion be veti- fied, have abundant opportunity of learning the life and manners of nautical men, Twenty years hence he will wander possi- bly over several miles of docks along the waterfront groaning under the produce of foreign lands, and swarming with sailors of every nationality. Ho may possibly be able to etude the litho Lasoar or swarthy Span- iard as he shivers in the cold rays of a Cana• titan sun or listens to the euphonious oaths of the English Jack as he " shivers his timbers" and proclaims England mistress of the seas. Careful mothere will needs then he obliged to look well after their Maryatt reading sone, for the sight of an ocean salting vessel entering Toronto bay unoor full soft, with pennant flying to the breeze, will be an ireeslotible incentive to young Canada to try a teefarin life. Of the advantages which will accrue to Toronto should moll a state of affairs ever exist I say nothing. She Was Free to Say, "No," she repeated, "1 000001 love you. Ho palmed irrasoluts. "Are you firm ?" he faltered. She smiled. "Sir," she rejoined, "I have no desire to boast, but since you have dragged the sub, Sassy 1 t)0 sawo ain't sbog alive ap est ham. Manny jest in her I am free to saythat I haven't raga she e s; whore g paper that inform. a knocked and throat in his freckled MOO. worn otttc'throp sets of Idian clubs 10r coward for her whereabouts or any inform• i "(,lent 'tor too yore," h0 said, hoarsot than nobhtn , *tion ooneernang her, giving her name tight utaal, fat there had boon a base.bali matoh B ". • Praotloal Reoeipts. Flour Muffins.—Brealt two eggs in o.howl, beat, and sift in a pint and a half of Sour, with it teaspoonful of bakiogq.powdor and half a teaspoonful of Bait ; add sweet milk to make a thiole batter, Drop in spoonfuls in well greased muffin -irons, and balm in a vary hot oven, Fried Liver,—Cat liver into slaoos, pour boiling water over and let stand hve min• utas, drain and wipe the meat, sprinkle with salt andpeppor and roll in flour. Fry in boiling fat, brown first on ono side and then on the other. When done, take up on a, heated ,dish, pour over melted butter and risme°, Preferred it Neat. It seems that one of our Irish jltdges is wont to doze during the more or less fn. Westing speoehes of counsel, and from time to time to awaken, and ejaculate an odd remark in the nouree of a epeeoh. An elaquent Q. 0. was lately addressing his lordship on the sebjeob of certain town oonlmissionere right to a particular water- way, and in his add rose ito repeated some- what emphatically, "But, my lord, we mob have water, we must have water.' The loathed judge thereupon awake, and startled the bar with the remark, "Well, just a little drop, thank you, just a little ; although 1 prefer it neat."—[Spero Mom. onto. Words ate an amazing barrier to the r Nash..—Chop any cold cooked moat with ooption of truth, Woman Ornoified in Hnngars• The Vienna correspondent of the London. Globe reports that an extraordinary and horrible drama has been enacted at the little village of Rekessoly, near Tanesvar, in Hungary. Therese Kleitsoh, an old woman who lived in poverty, had long been alleged by the superstitious villagers to possess the power of a witch. Misfortunes in the village were attributed to her alleged evil influence, and the outbreak of an d po to among the ohildren was deolore be her wont, She was also supposed to have cast a spell over the stables. with the. reedit that many horses and cattle recently died of disease, and this apparently incens- ed her neighbors. A plot was therefore formed in the village and a terrible Yen- geanee carried out. The unfortunate woman was ee)zedp gqagged, and after being flogged watt oruebfied. The police have opened an inquiry, but have not yet sac- eeedod in discoverieg the authors of the abominable grime.